well, i didnt find jesus but i did find a frozen human terd, which i feasted upon.

Nov 24, 2005 23:38

the soul slips through to breath relief before the breath is blown ( Read more... )

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xxmort_subitexx January 16 2006, 04:36:07 UTC
the cold is callous too and keeps the fevers far and few
between the limits that the brain can bear

a plate is placed and graced by grave old gents with gravy greases, and several species of golden geeses, smashed and skewered into pieces which are easily converted and the nutrients inserted where the body needs them most and mostly so the hands can do the folding for the old and sacred holding of the beads which ring the roses mending noses that abscessed and mouths where rotten teeth recessed to aid the sending of the prayers and so the knees can do the bending and the heart can do the lending to the lord they love to lead them by the neck.

cold is not so agitated, favors most the enervated
cold is callous too, but fever favors few

the soul regrets the goings on the heart and mind can bring upon the cut of beef it chose to eat, but luckily the ambulance is here.

M.

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